No, what happened happened, and could not have happened any other way.
How do you know?
We are still alive.
Smith
Hugo Weaving · 20 quotes
Neo
Keanu Reeves · 19 quotes
Morpheus
Laurence Fishburne · 17 quotes
Merovingian
Lambert Wilson · 13 quotes
Link
Harold Perrineau · 8 quotes
Trinity
Carrie-Anne Moss · 8 quotes
Keymaker
Randall Duk Kim · 4 quotes
Persephone
Monica Bellucci · 3 quotes
The Architect
Helmut Bakaitis · 3 quotes
The Oracle
Gloria Foster · 3 quotes
Most scenes together: Morpheus & Link (5), Neo & Morpheus (4), Neo & Link (4)
The Matrix Reloaded quotes
Page 2 of 6What can you see, Neo?
It's strange... the code is somehow different.
Encrypted?
Maybe.
Is that good for us, or bad for us?
Well, it looks like every floor is wired with explosives.
Bad for us.
Here we go.
Link, where am I?
You're not gonna believe this, but you're all the way up in the mountains.
Hiya, fellas.
Agent Jackson It's him.
Agent Thompson The anomaly.
Agent Jackson Do we proceed?
Agent Thompson Yes.
Agent Jackson He is still...
Agent Johnson ...only human.
I'll handle them.
Handle us! You'll handle us! You know, your predecessors had much more respect!
[The Merovingian's men open fire on Neo, who stops all the bullets in mid-air without any apparent effort]
Okay, you have some skill. Kill 'im.
What he(Merovingian) want?
What the men with power want? more power!
If you want the Keymaker, follow me. [to man in washroom] Get out! I’m so sick of his bullshit. On and on, pompous prick. A long time ago, when we first came here, it was so different. He was so different. He was like you. I’ll give you what you want. But you have to give me something.
What?
A kiss.
Excuse me?
I want you to kiss me as if you were kissing her.
Why?
You love her. She loves you. It’s all over you both. A long time ago, I knew what that felt like. I want to remember it. I want to sample it. That’s all, just a sample.
Why don’t you sample this instead? [She holds up her gun to Persephone's head]
Trinity.
Such emotion over something so small. It’s just a kiss.
Why should we trust you?
If I don’t deliver you to the Keymaker, she can kill me.
All right.
But you have to make me believe I am her.
All right.
Wait. Okay.
[he kisses her again; this time...]
Ahh, yes. That’s it. I envy you. But such a thing is not meant to last. Come with me.
Powerstation Guard #1
Hey! You count sheep at home.
Powerstation Guard #2
Why? I get paid to count 'em here.
Roland Lock was right. He guessed that the machines would cut off the mainlines in and out of Zion. He thought a counterattack might surprise them. It sounded good. We figured we had a shot, until someone screwed it up.
Colt
An EMP was triggered before we could get in position.
Mauser Five ships were instantly downed.
Colt
When the machines broke through, it wasn’t a battle. It was a slaughter.
Was it an accident? Some sort of malfunction?
AK No one knows.
Roland Someone does.
Who?
Roland Once the machines were done with us, they started digging again. We made a quick pass to look for survivors.
You found one?
Roland Only one.
[cuts to the comatose form of Neo laying on the table with a device attached to his head, while the camera pans over to another comatose form of Bane, who is also laying on the table with another device attached to his own head]
Ship captain
That [i.e. 250,000 Sentinels approaching Zion] can't be -
Why not? A Sentinel for every man, woman and child in Zion. That sounds exactly like the thinking of a machine to me.
I want what you want, I want everything.
Would that include a bullet from this gun?
Go ahead, shoot. The best thing about being me... [is joined by several dozen Smiths] ...there's so many me's!
Mr. Anderson! Did you get my package?
Yeah.
Well good.
Smith.
Whoever it is, he's not greeting like an agent.
Surprised to see me?
No.
Then you're aware of it.
Of what?
Our connection. I don't fully understand how it happened, perhaps some part of you imprinted onto me, something overwritten or copied- it is at this point irrelevant; what matters is that whatever happened, happened for a reason.
And what reason is that?
I killed you, Mr. Anderson, I watched you die- with a certain satisfaction, I might add. And then something happened. Something that I knew was impossible, but it happened anyway. You destroyed me, Mr. Anderson. Afterwards, I knew the rules, I understood what I was supposed to do... but I didn't. I couldn't. I was compelled to stay. Compelled to disobey. And now here I stand because of you, Mr. Anderson. Because of you, I'm no longer an agent of this system. Because of you, I've changed, I'm unplugged- a new man, so to speak. Like you, apparently free.
Congratulations.
Thank you.[Smiles for a moment before continuing] ...But, as you well know, appearances can be deceiving which brings us back to the reason why we're here. We're not here because we're free... we're here because we're not free. There's no escaping reason, no denying purpose, because, as we both know, without purpose, we would not exist.
Smith 1
It is purpose that created us.
Smith 2
Purpose that connects us.
Smith 3
Purpose that pulls us.
Smith 4
That guides us.
Smith 5
That drives us.
Smith 6
It is purpose that defines us.
Smith 7
Purpose that binds us.
We're here because of you, Mr. Anderson. We're here to take from you what you tried to take from us. [Plunges his hand into Neo's chest and attempts to copy himself over him] Purpose.
Hello, Neo.
Who are you?
I am the Architect. I created the Matrix. I have been waiting for you. You have many questions and though the process has altered your consciousness, you remain irrevocably human. Ergo, some of my answers you will understand, some you will not. Concordantly, though your first question may be the most pertinent, you may or may not realize, it is also the most irrelevant.
Why am I here?
Your life is the sum of the remainder of an unbalanced equation inherent to the programming of the Matrix. You are the eventuality of an anomaly, which despite my sincerest efforts I have been unable to eliminate from what is otherwise a harmony of mathematical precision. While it remains a burden assiduously avoided, it is not unexpected, and thus not beyond a measure of control, which has led you, inexorably, here.
You haven't answered my question.
Quite right. [Pauses] Interesting, that was quicker than the others.
[The Neos on the TV monitors begin shouting for an explanation.]
The Matrix is older than you know. I prefer counting from the emergence of one integral anomaly to the emergence of the next, in which case this is the sixth version.
[The Neos on the TV monitors exclaim various statements of protest, before closing in on Neo's current reaction.]
There are only two possible explanations: either no one told me, or no one knows.
Precisely. As you are undoubtedly gathering, the anomaly is systemic, creating fluctuations in even the most simplistic equations.
Choice. The problem is choice.
The first Matrix I designed was quite naturally perfect, it was a work of art, flawless, sublime. A triumph equaled only by its monumental failure. The inevitability of its doom is apparent to me now as a consequence of the imperfection inherent in every human being. Thus, I redesigned it based on your history to more accurately reflect the varying grotesqueries of your nature. However, I was again frustrated by failure. I have since come to understand that the answer eluded me because it required a lesser mind, or perhaps a mind less bound by the parameters of perfection. Thus, the answer was stumbled upon by another, an intuitive program, initially created to investigate certain aspects of the human psyche. If I am the father of the Matrix, she would undoubtedly be its mother.
The Oracle.
Please. As I was saying, she stumbled upon a solution whereby nearly 99% of all test subjects accepted the program, provided they were given a choice - even if they were only aware of it at a near-unconscious level. While this solution functioned, it was also fundamentally flawed, creating the otherwise contradictory systemic anomaly that, if left unchecked, might threaten the system itself. Ergo, those who refused the program, while a minority, if unchecked, would constitute an escalating probability of disaster.
This is about Zion.
You are here because Zion is about to be destroyed. Its every living inhabitant terminated, its entire existence eradicated.
Bullshit.
TV Monitors
Bullshit!
Denial is the most predictable of all human responses. But, rest assured, this will be the sixth time we have destroyed it, and we have become exceedingly efficient at it.
The function of the One is now to return to the Source, allowing a temporary dissemination of the code you carry, reinserting the Prime Program. After which you will be required to select from the Matrix 23 individuals, 16 female, 7 male, to rebuild Zion. Failure to comply with this process will result in a cataclysmic system crash killing everyone connected to the Matrix, which coupled with the extermination of Zion will ultimately result in the extinction of the entire human race.
You won't let it happen, you can't. You need human beings to survive.
There are levels of survival we are prepared to accept. However, the relevant issue is whether or not you are ready to accept the responsibility for the death of every human being in this world.
[The Architect activates the monitors, showing various people in the Matrix.]
It is interesting reading your reactions. Your five predecessors were, by design, based on a similar predication: a contingent affirmation that was meant to create a profound attachment to the rest of your species, facilitating the function of the One. While the others experienced this in a very general way, your experience is far more specific. Vis-à-vis: love.
Apropos, she entered the Matrix to save your life at the cost of her own.
No.
Which brings us at last to the moment of truth, wherein the fundamental flaw is ultimately expressed, and the Anomaly revealed as both beginning and end. There are two doors. The door to your right leads to the Source and the salvation of Zion. The door to your left leads back to the Matrix, to her and to the end of your species. As you adequately put, the problem is choice. But we already know what you are going to do, don't we? Already I can see the chain reaction: the chemical precursors that signal the onset of an emotion, designed specifically to overwhelm logic and reason. An emotion that is already blinding you to the simple and obvious truth: she is going to die and there is nothing you can do to stop it.
[Neo turns and walks to his left.]
Hope. It is the quintessential human delusion, simultaneously the source of your greatest strength, and your greatest weakness.
If I were you, I would hope we don't meet again.
We won't.